Edgardo closed the barber shop door and his boss followed him down with the curtain. Inside only the owner remained with that late-night client who he knew very well was screwing his boss to death. He walked along the dark sidewalk until he reached Monteverde, stopped at the traffic light before crossing. At the bus stop on the other side of the street, it seemed to him to recognize an old friend, no, it couldn't be, it was Lucas!
Lucas!, memories were accumulating in his mind. He didn't dare to cross, walked towards the Monteverde side of the Vapor roundabout, lulled by sweeter than bitter memories.
That first afternoon at the Medina brothers' house, only Lino was there, the oldest one, two beds for the four brothers, Lino with his hard package underneath his jeans, his hot gaze, his request, his fear and shame when taking off his pants and underwear, Lino's tender tongue in his virgin butt, the tremendous pain, his brain filled with Lino's moans and curses, dilation, heartbeats, warm semen and blood flowing out of his ass, falling onto his trembling legs until he had to wash it himself so the old lady wouldn't see the red and white stains. His start.
Then, to the other day? No, no, it didn't leave him, it hurt a lot, a whole month to lose fear and go back down pants and slip in front of Lino, already without shame. The next month, all the Medina brothers, always secretly, always one by one, had followed the path marked by the older brother, and Edgardo's bum already had good doses of cum from the four brothers. The Medinas were known as spoiled brats, well justified, so Edgardo from his first times remained open to eating whatever came along without problems.
Marquito and Carlos, the two smallest ones, were at their same corner bar with friends. And of course, Carlitos, who had debuted with Edgardo, was crazy, he wanted to screw everyone every day. Eufótic like he was with that bum, round, big, lampiño, he had to tell his best friend at the bar about it. And so, one by one, secret by secret, desire by desire, Edgardo ended up being screwed by all 6 friends at the bar. Sometimes at home, a few times, sometimes in an abandoned house on the other block, sometimes at the friend's house who asked for his ass. Ring, hello Edgar, shall we go? Where to? I'm alone, do you want to come over? He liked it when they took him to a double bed, with time to undress completely and lie down face down well in the middle, feeling the weight of his friend while his cock pierced him, lifting his Booty after they pulled it out so that the cum wouldn't stain the sheet that ignorantly received them. And dreaming, dreaming on that big bed that he would have someday, a big bed for himself, where every night Lino or better yet Marquito, yes, definitely Marquito would eat his Booty every night.
Edgardo was then the faggot of the bar, a title of dubious prestige, since his invitation was always accompanied by some inevitable adjective: fucking faggot, fat faggot, fucking bottom, dickhead, but it had converted him from an obscure secondary member to someone important and sought after by everyone. The adjectives disappeared when people went to look for him at his house and with anxious and supplicating gaze would say Edgar, shall we go? And when leaning against a wall or among the grass in the back of the abandoned house, while his friend's hands grabbed his hips and the cock entered and exited rhythmically from his hole, listening to what an ass Edgar, ahhh, I love sucking you, he felt important and recognized by his friends.
And that time? It was a Saturday afternoon,Sun-kissed and sweet, almost all of them at the corner, Daniel, Manuel, Marcos, Carlos, Lucas... Graciela from the other block passed by with her school jumper that was quite prominent from behind.
Look, look, look!!, what an incredible ass Graciela is giving! It seems to me that they're screwing her from behind
Better than Edgardo's?
What do you guys know about my ass?
- Give it up, Edgar, don't be a jerk, we all know that.
- Okay, when they see me getting fucked, that happens. - I had always liked to be the 'active male' to counteract the insinuations.
- me and if we're going to get it on?
- Everyone? Not even in hell! - Is everyone against him? The whole bar, one after another, everyone, are they going to break his ass?
- Where are you going to take me?-
Are we going to the pine mountain?
No, I'm not going
Give it to Edgar!
- Okay, let's go. - I had always taken 'yes' too easy.
The pine mountain were a half dozen hectares of pine planting that left about 25 blocks from his house, enough to walk, without guards or any kind of surveillance. You only had to jump over a low fence and get into the orderly and well-cared-for thick undergrowth. The six of them left between jokes and apologies to Edgardo for thinking Graciela's butt was prettier than his. He was happy, never having been so content. He walked in the middle of his friends making silly jokes as always, sometimes they made him go ahead to judge together the beauties of their buttocks. To the comments he replied with his smiling scowls and his traditional threats of violation and returned to the group.
They finally arrived at the fenced-in Montecito and began to crouch one by one to pass between two fences. Edgardo, always physically clumsy, got half-stuck between the fences. Manu, solicitous, immediately offered to help him and gave him a slap on the butt as if to violate him. Bad taste, annoying, but effective, because Edgar had made it to the other side of the fence, haha.
Walked between rows of trees until they reached a small clearing, about 300 meters from the fence. They were there, but no one dared to start, until he took the initiative for the first time, perhaps the joy of feeling like never part of the tribe, gave him a value that never had. He stopped in front of Marcos, knelt at his feet, lowered his pants and left exposed the tremendous semi-erect cock of Marquitos, the largest in the group, wide, terrifying. He took it with his right hand and gave it a kiss on the tip, smiled mischievously at Marcos' eyes and started to put it in his mouth. Within a minute, all the other friends had formed a circle and bared their cocks. Next to Marcos, his brother Carlos, big cock like all Medina,Just a little bit shorter, very thick, the same appearance, but with a rare, small, pointed glans, a cock like to eat the tip with a smile, but cry when the rest gets in.
The memory made Edgardo smile, he had blown every cock, sometimes smiling, sometimes serious, trying to do a good job, sometimes the jerk-off came out that was at that time andplayed with cocks, made jokes, weighed balls, as if more than sex was a fun game with his friends.
He remembered Marcos' order take off all your clothes and get undressed. He remembered his pregnancy, was it there on the floor? Was it in front of everyone? He remembered Lucas, that same Lucas who was at the stop now, two blocks back. He immediately felt embarrassed by his discomfort, took him behind a low-lying bush that could hide him, waited for him to undress, helped him arrange the clothes on the floor and added his sweater so the improvised bed would be more comfortable. He was the only sweet one in the group, the only one who didn't say fucking faggot, but he, always messed up in his choices, peed on Marcos because it was bigger, because he caught it better, because it was the most beautiful, I don't know!
First Marcos. It hurt, Marcos' pain always hurt, his friends laughed when they heard from behind the bush his uy, uy, uy of pain until Marcos' sword remained stuck in his ass. Then Carlos. Then Lucas. Then the rest of friends filled his ass with cock and left their load of cum in his flooded rectum. Lucas' dust had been different from that of the others. He remembered that, without getting up, so the two previous ejaculations would remain inside, he dedicated a smile, blew him a kiss on the lips, and went back to resting his smiling cheek on his hands. Lucas'sHe put it in all at once, his cock slid inside without any pressure, with that delicious smoothness of pussy that has a dilated and well-held tasty ass. He put his arms under her breast and started pumping it while kissing her neck. Lucas was saying nice things to him as he pumped, after cum, he had given him a kiss on the mouth, the first of his life, and two kisses on the buttocks, half-rouged later from so much male pumping on them. Now, just now, at the light of memory, Edgardo realized that for his friends he was just a piece of meat with a hot hole to get off cum, but not for Lucas.
After his fourth hour had passed, his friends were looking for a girlfriend and no longer needed the waste of a prostitute to get rid off their cum. There he had started his dark part, as a cheap prostitute who was looking for chicks anywhere, his pair of infections, his shame to confess to the doctor what was happening to him, his enough and then his sexless life, satisfying himself only with homemade consoles, his union with Marta, that young lady of 17 with a 6-month-old baby, caught by a guy, pregnant, kicked out of the house and in need of someone who could help her and was his screen for a while, until Marta left behind a new cock that would fill the kitchen with smoke again, because with him, zero. A lot of water under the bridge, some boyfriend, occasional cocks, hairdressing course and his solitary life as a 30-year-old bachelor. One month alone, one month with his old lady, who was pivoting between her house and her sister's.
Lucas was still waiting for the bus, already more than 20 minutes waiting for that piece of shit bus. He thought again about buying an old car, whatever it took, to get rid of the bus and forget about those delays at that corner. It had been a week since they moved him to the service station on the avenue, and honestly, with his gas station salary and what was left over from the girls' school, a car was just a dream. He hoped to arrive home, kiss his daughters, eat in silence with that woman who wasn't to blame, watch TV for a bit, go into the bathroom with my phone to see some porn by that woman whom men don't show, masturbate and then try to sleep, only to wake up again to have another day just like it, and another, and another. Luckily, the night was warm and luminous. The moon made less gloomy the solitary wait on that corner of dirt roads, poor houses, and ruined fences that no longer protected anything or needed to protect those rare ruined pavilions from a defunct institution, I don't know what.
That same moon showed him a familiar image coming from the side of Vapor: was it?, noo, could it be Edgardo?, and yes, he looked at her and smiled, and besides had that weird walk only Edgar had. How long ago? 10? More! Of course!, if Edgar's boom had been the best gift she received when she turned 18 and hadn't seen him since. She still remembered it, how could she forget?, shaking off dry grass from her buttocks while smiling and saying how you're giving me Lucas, do you want another? and there was another one, and then another. And now, like a ghost of that longed-for past, Edgar was here. She wanted to hug him, but restrained herself, full smile and handclasp as if to break it.
The coast guard passed by, what did it matter? Another one would come along.
The conversation flowed easily, memories piled up, but of course, nobody talked about it, neither of the two knew if the other wanted to remember. 15 years isn't nothing, almost a tango, and 15 years is a lot, they recounted their life, abandoned university, girlfriend, marriage, kids, hairdressing course, Marta, job nearby, old mom, small PH in Claypole, half a block from Monteverde, opposite the supermarket. Lucas listened attentively, but something down there was restless, that put him uncomfortable, he didn't want Edgardo to notice. Edgardo listened attentively, but something back there tickled him like never and even his little stick, almost always flaccid despite its notable size, showed signs of life.
-And now do you have a girlfriend Edgar? - Edgardo smiled sadly, pretending to be a fake guy was no longer working for him. He looked straight at him, it was the first time he had dared to talk to someone about that topic that had been spinning in his head for years.
-Lucas, after what you guys were doing to me, do you think I'm a fag enough to have a cute one? You guys made me a punk, and that's what I am.
Lucas was thinking, psychology wasn't his strong suit and sociology neither, in the end, if he had helped turn Edgar into a fag, wasn't Edgar responsible for his failed marriage? Wasn't it responsible that it kept getting harder to get an erection with his wife and they would end up having sex thinking about that last screw with Edgar, the last time he'd had sex with a guy in his life? He said what came out.
-Edgar, nobody is guilty of anything, we are what we are, nobody was obligated to tell me yes, nobody was obligated to go get you.
- And do you think he only obliges with words? I was the fool of the bar, zero to the left, Marcos and you decided until I started letting myself be taken, after that it was the queen everyone was looking for - Edgar understood, and understood much more beyond the conversion of his old friend, on that clear moonlit night, perhaps the light of that moon was illuminating dark corners of the soul of those two types and bringing out stored anguishes.
And do you think someone forced me to get married? All the guys at the bar had girlfriends and I was still wanking myself thinking about guys, with my imagination I'd screw all the guys from work, all the guys from university, do you know how many wanks I dedicated to you, buddy?
The two remained in silence, the heart and mind began to lose the battle against hormones. For the first time, roles were reversed:
-Lucas-, said Edgardo serious and with almost supplicant eyes-, -Lucas..., shall we?
- Where?-
They looked around, the ruined fences of the property and the tall grasses being the ideal place.
It won't be the pine mountain, but in here I'm sure nobody can see us -, Edgar said at once.
They looked around again, the second coastal route passed rapidly.
Kids of a slut, now that I don't want to go up, they'll come to me every now and then, so let's walk down the dirt street and get into some hole in the fence instead
Edgar, enthusiastic like guy followed him, walking along the narrow path between the ravine and the wall, found where to pass and entered between the yuyos, each step making them retrogress a year in their life, when they arrived at a clearing of yuyal, about 100 meters from the avenue already were again two hot teenagers. They looked at each other frontally, nervous, Lucas's cock already bulging beneath his labor jean. Edgar smiling took off his pants and placed them on the flattened grass, then the boxer re-tightened that he always wore to mark the tremendous ass he had developed and which he cared for with the best creams, and lay down face down on the floor, on his jeans. Lucas also undressed from the waist down, but stayed thinking, took off his shirt and placed it under Edgar so he could be more comfortable. Edgar excited, turned his head.
- Was it like that time in the pines?-
-Edgardo, cover the breasts - Lucas knelt between his friend's open legs, spat everything he could into the little hole, licked the cock, supported it and started pushing.
-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh- Lucas laughed - you didn't change anything Edgar, haha-
-It doesn't feel any better now than it did before, you guys kept it open for me, now almost nothing-
Lucas pulled it out and spat again, but this time he brought the saliva in with his fingers. He supported himself and sent it mercilessly to the bottom.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you're tearing my ass apart, Lucas, wait till I turn around and stick it to you!
If Edgar, calm down, I already know how you're going to put it in
If you retire, but well that you liked it when I put it on - Nothing had changed, the same false active jokes, the same complaints and above all the same delicious bum that had turned her life around, or maybe not, maybe only now that bum was taking her life back to its normal course. He leaned against his back, kissed his neck, kissed his ear, Edgardo supplicated turned his head and their lips reunited again. The in-and-out began slowly, full of the sweet words that had never been said, the deliciously warm sphincter, the cock deliciously hot, swollen like it hadn't swelled up for years, the bodies united as they always wanted to be, the pre-seminal flowing abundantly and lubricating and dilating even more that divine bum, the warmth of Lucas' strong chest against Edgardo's soft and well-cared-for back, his hands tracing along his ribs filling him with electricity.
His happiness was so great that Edgar began to snicker.
-Come on, I miss Lucas, I miss him so much, you don't know how I missed his hugs, his jokes, even his insults. I'm very lonely, Lucas-
-It's not Edgar anymore, it's not - , Lucas replied, speeding up the pace of his thrust and pull
The pleasure dried up the tears, the 'uy's turned into 'ahh', the slapping of his pubis against Edgar's buttocks muffled the mysterious sounds of the meadow. He flipped him over, made him grab his legs and drove it in until the end, from Edgardo's semiflaccid cock thick pre-seminal drops were emerging and forming a puddle on his pubis, Lucas, forgotten about his sweet beginning, was piercing him fiercely, as if he wanted even his testicles to enter Edgar's anus, pulling out almost all of his cock and driving it in until the end with violence. In the distance, you could hear the rolling of wheels over Monteverde, around here their sounds had muffled crickets and frogs, only the crunching of dry leaves and branches giving way to the passion of those two 30-year-old guys recovering their longed-for sexuality. Edgardo opened his eyes disproportionately, no!, it had never happened to him before, semen! Semen bubbling out of his cock that was still not fully rigid. Lucas looked at him happily, accelerated a bit more, freed his mind and emptied himself as deeply as he could into Edgar's rectum. Their gazes crossed, full happiness, euphoria, Edgardo remembered the joke about the guy 'happier than a fool with two wheels', jeje, to him with his own only, if Lucas was taking it, it would reach him and be left over.
They cleaned up the grass, they kissed, they hugged tightly
And now what?
Edgardo was left disconcerted, he hadn't even made himself illusory of something more. Lucas was married, so that dust had been only a hot memory of adolescence, but what could he expect now?
I don't know, are we going to the stop? I'll take the 79
What, don't you want to repeat tomorrow? We work nearby, we leave around the same time, what, didn't you like it?
Edgardo almost wet himself with joy.
(will continue)
Lucas!, memories were accumulating in his mind. He didn't dare to cross, walked towards the Monteverde side of the Vapor roundabout, lulled by sweeter than bitter memories.
That first afternoon at the Medina brothers' house, only Lino was there, the oldest one, two beds for the four brothers, Lino with his hard package underneath his jeans, his hot gaze, his request, his fear and shame when taking off his pants and underwear, Lino's tender tongue in his virgin butt, the tremendous pain, his brain filled with Lino's moans and curses, dilation, heartbeats, warm semen and blood flowing out of his ass, falling onto his trembling legs until he had to wash it himself so the old lady wouldn't see the red and white stains. His start.
Then, to the other day? No, no, it didn't leave him, it hurt a lot, a whole month to lose fear and go back down pants and slip in front of Lino, already without shame. The next month, all the Medina brothers, always secretly, always one by one, had followed the path marked by the older brother, and Edgardo's bum already had good doses of cum from the four brothers. The Medinas were known as spoiled brats, well justified, so Edgardo from his first times remained open to eating whatever came along without problems.
Marquito and Carlos, the two smallest ones, were at their same corner bar with friends. And of course, Carlitos, who had debuted with Edgardo, was crazy, he wanted to screw everyone every day. Eufótic like he was with that bum, round, big, lampiño, he had to tell his best friend at the bar about it. And so, one by one, secret by secret, desire by desire, Edgardo ended up being screwed by all 6 friends at the bar. Sometimes at home, a few times, sometimes in an abandoned house on the other block, sometimes at the friend's house who asked for his ass. Ring, hello Edgar, shall we go? Where to? I'm alone, do you want to come over? He liked it when they took him to a double bed, with time to undress completely and lie down face down well in the middle, feeling the weight of his friend while his cock pierced him, lifting his Booty after they pulled it out so that the cum wouldn't stain the sheet that ignorantly received them. And dreaming, dreaming on that big bed that he would have someday, a big bed for himself, where every night Lino or better yet Marquito, yes, definitely Marquito would eat his Booty every night.
Edgardo was then the faggot of the bar, a title of dubious prestige, since his invitation was always accompanied by some inevitable adjective: fucking faggot, fat faggot, fucking bottom, dickhead, but it had converted him from an obscure secondary member to someone important and sought after by everyone. The adjectives disappeared when people went to look for him at his house and with anxious and supplicating gaze would say Edgar, shall we go? And when leaning against a wall or among the grass in the back of the abandoned house, while his friend's hands grabbed his hips and the cock entered and exited rhythmically from his hole, listening to what an ass Edgar, ahhh, I love sucking you, he felt important and recognized by his friends.
And that time? It was a Saturday afternoon,Sun-kissed and sweet, almost all of them at the corner, Daniel, Manuel, Marcos, Carlos, Lucas... Graciela from the other block passed by with her school jumper that was quite prominent from behind.
Look, look, look!!, what an incredible ass Graciela is giving! It seems to me that they're screwing her from behind
Better than Edgardo's?
What do you guys know about my ass?
- Give it up, Edgar, don't be a jerk, we all know that.
- Okay, when they see me getting fucked, that happens. - I had always liked to be the 'active male' to counteract the insinuations.
- me and if we're going to get it on?
- Everyone? Not even in hell! - Is everyone against him? The whole bar, one after another, everyone, are they going to break his ass?
- Where are you going to take me?-
Are we going to the pine mountain?
No, I'm not going
Give it to Edgar!
- Okay, let's go. - I had always taken 'yes' too easy.
The pine mountain were a half dozen hectares of pine planting that left about 25 blocks from his house, enough to walk, without guards or any kind of surveillance. You only had to jump over a low fence and get into the orderly and well-cared-for thick undergrowth. The six of them left between jokes and apologies to Edgardo for thinking Graciela's butt was prettier than his. He was happy, never having been so content. He walked in the middle of his friends making silly jokes as always, sometimes they made him go ahead to judge together the beauties of their buttocks. To the comments he replied with his smiling scowls and his traditional threats of violation and returned to the group.
They finally arrived at the fenced-in Montecito and began to crouch one by one to pass between two fences. Edgardo, always physically clumsy, got half-stuck between the fences. Manu, solicitous, immediately offered to help him and gave him a slap on the butt as if to violate him. Bad taste, annoying, but effective, because Edgar had made it to the other side of the fence, haha.
Walked between rows of trees until they reached a small clearing, about 300 meters from the fence. They were there, but no one dared to start, until he took the initiative for the first time, perhaps the joy of feeling like never part of the tribe, gave him a value that never had. He stopped in front of Marcos, knelt at his feet, lowered his pants and left exposed the tremendous semi-erect cock of Marquitos, the largest in the group, wide, terrifying. He took it with his right hand and gave it a kiss on the tip, smiled mischievously at Marcos' eyes and started to put it in his mouth. Within a minute, all the other friends had formed a circle and bared their cocks. Next to Marcos, his brother Carlos, big cock like all Medina,Just a little bit shorter, very thick, the same appearance, but with a rare, small, pointed glans, a cock like to eat the tip with a smile, but cry when the rest gets in.
The memory made Edgardo smile, he had blown every cock, sometimes smiling, sometimes serious, trying to do a good job, sometimes the jerk-off came out that was at that time andplayed with cocks, made jokes, weighed balls, as if more than sex was a fun game with his friends.
He remembered Marcos' order take off all your clothes and get undressed. He remembered his pregnancy, was it there on the floor? Was it in front of everyone? He remembered Lucas, that same Lucas who was at the stop now, two blocks back. He immediately felt embarrassed by his discomfort, took him behind a low-lying bush that could hide him, waited for him to undress, helped him arrange the clothes on the floor and added his sweater so the improvised bed would be more comfortable. He was the only sweet one in the group, the only one who didn't say fucking faggot, but he, always messed up in his choices, peed on Marcos because it was bigger, because he caught it better, because it was the most beautiful, I don't know!
First Marcos. It hurt, Marcos' pain always hurt, his friends laughed when they heard from behind the bush his uy, uy, uy of pain until Marcos' sword remained stuck in his ass. Then Carlos. Then Lucas. Then the rest of friends filled his ass with cock and left their load of cum in his flooded rectum. Lucas' dust had been different from that of the others. He remembered that, without getting up, so the two previous ejaculations would remain inside, he dedicated a smile, blew him a kiss on the lips, and went back to resting his smiling cheek on his hands. Lucas'sHe put it in all at once, his cock slid inside without any pressure, with that delicious smoothness of pussy that has a dilated and well-held tasty ass. He put his arms under her breast and started pumping it while kissing her neck. Lucas was saying nice things to him as he pumped, after cum, he had given him a kiss on the mouth, the first of his life, and two kisses on the buttocks, half-rouged later from so much male pumping on them. Now, just now, at the light of memory, Edgardo realized that for his friends he was just a piece of meat with a hot hole to get off cum, but not for Lucas.
After his fourth hour had passed, his friends were looking for a girlfriend and no longer needed the waste of a prostitute to get rid off their cum. There he had started his dark part, as a cheap prostitute who was looking for chicks anywhere, his pair of infections, his shame to confess to the doctor what was happening to him, his enough and then his sexless life, satisfying himself only with homemade consoles, his union with Marta, that young lady of 17 with a 6-month-old baby, caught by a guy, pregnant, kicked out of the house and in need of someone who could help her and was his screen for a while, until Marta left behind a new cock that would fill the kitchen with smoke again, because with him, zero. A lot of water under the bridge, some boyfriend, occasional cocks, hairdressing course and his solitary life as a 30-year-old bachelor. One month alone, one month with his old lady, who was pivoting between her house and her sister's.
Lucas was still waiting for the bus, already more than 20 minutes waiting for that piece of shit bus. He thought again about buying an old car, whatever it took, to get rid of the bus and forget about those delays at that corner. It had been a week since they moved him to the service station on the avenue, and honestly, with his gas station salary and what was left over from the girls' school, a car was just a dream. He hoped to arrive home, kiss his daughters, eat in silence with that woman who wasn't to blame, watch TV for a bit, go into the bathroom with my phone to see some porn by that woman whom men don't show, masturbate and then try to sleep, only to wake up again to have another day just like it, and another, and another. Luckily, the night was warm and luminous. The moon made less gloomy the solitary wait on that corner of dirt roads, poor houses, and ruined fences that no longer protected anything or needed to protect those rare ruined pavilions from a defunct institution, I don't know what.
That same moon showed him a familiar image coming from the side of Vapor: was it?, noo, could it be Edgardo?, and yes, he looked at her and smiled, and besides had that weird walk only Edgar had. How long ago? 10? More! Of course!, if Edgar's boom had been the best gift she received when she turned 18 and hadn't seen him since. She still remembered it, how could she forget?, shaking off dry grass from her buttocks while smiling and saying how you're giving me Lucas, do you want another? and there was another one, and then another. And now, like a ghost of that longed-for past, Edgar was here. She wanted to hug him, but restrained herself, full smile and handclasp as if to break it.
The coast guard passed by, what did it matter? Another one would come along.
The conversation flowed easily, memories piled up, but of course, nobody talked about it, neither of the two knew if the other wanted to remember. 15 years isn't nothing, almost a tango, and 15 years is a lot, they recounted their life, abandoned university, girlfriend, marriage, kids, hairdressing course, Marta, job nearby, old mom, small PH in Claypole, half a block from Monteverde, opposite the supermarket. Lucas listened attentively, but something down there was restless, that put him uncomfortable, he didn't want Edgardo to notice. Edgardo listened attentively, but something back there tickled him like never and even his little stick, almost always flaccid despite its notable size, showed signs of life.
-And now do you have a girlfriend Edgar? - Edgardo smiled sadly, pretending to be a fake guy was no longer working for him. He looked straight at him, it was the first time he had dared to talk to someone about that topic that had been spinning in his head for years.
-Lucas, after what you guys were doing to me, do you think I'm a fag enough to have a cute one? You guys made me a punk, and that's what I am.
Lucas was thinking, psychology wasn't his strong suit and sociology neither, in the end, if he had helped turn Edgar into a fag, wasn't Edgar responsible for his failed marriage? Wasn't it responsible that it kept getting harder to get an erection with his wife and they would end up having sex thinking about that last screw with Edgar, the last time he'd had sex with a guy in his life? He said what came out.
-Edgar, nobody is guilty of anything, we are what we are, nobody was obligated to tell me yes, nobody was obligated to go get you.
- And do you think he only obliges with words? I was the fool of the bar, zero to the left, Marcos and you decided until I started letting myself be taken, after that it was the queen everyone was looking for - Edgar understood, and understood much more beyond the conversion of his old friend, on that clear moonlit night, perhaps the light of that moon was illuminating dark corners of the soul of those two types and bringing out stored anguishes.
And do you think someone forced me to get married? All the guys at the bar had girlfriends and I was still wanking myself thinking about guys, with my imagination I'd screw all the guys from work, all the guys from university, do you know how many wanks I dedicated to you, buddy?
The two remained in silence, the heart and mind began to lose the battle against hormones. For the first time, roles were reversed:
-Lucas-, said Edgardo serious and with almost supplicant eyes-, -Lucas..., shall we?
- Where?-
They looked around, the ruined fences of the property and the tall grasses being the ideal place.
It won't be the pine mountain, but in here I'm sure nobody can see us -, Edgar said at once.
They looked around again, the second coastal route passed rapidly.
Kids of a slut, now that I don't want to go up, they'll come to me every now and then, so let's walk down the dirt street and get into some hole in the fence instead
Edgar, enthusiastic like guy followed him, walking along the narrow path between the ravine and the wall, found where to pass and entered between the yuyos, each step making them retrogress a year in their life, when they arrived at a clearing of yuyal, about 100 meters from the avenue already were again two hot teenagers. They looked at each other frontally, nervous, Lucas's cock already bulging beneath his labor jean. Edgar smiling took off his pants and placed them on the flattened grass, then the boxer re-tightened that he always wore to mark the tremendous ass he had developed and which he cared for with the best creams, and lay down face down on the floor, on his jeans. Lucas also undressed from the waist down, but stayed thinking, took off his shirt and placed it under Edgar so he could be more comfortable. Edgar excited, turned his head.
- Was it like that time in the pines?-
-Edgardo, cover the breasts - Lucas knelt between his friend's open legs, spat everything he could into the little hole, licked the cock, supported it and started pushing.
-Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh- Lucas laughed - you didn't change anything Edgar, haha-
-It doesn't feel any better now than it did before, you guys kept it open for me, now almost nothing-
Lucas pulled it out and spat again, but this time he brought the saliva in with his fingers. He supported himself and sent it mercilessly to the bottom.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, you're tearing my ass apart, Lucas, wait till I turn around and stick it to you!
If Edgar, calm down, I already know how you're going to put it in
If you retire, but well that you liked it when I put it on - Nothing had changed, the same false active jokes, the same complaints and above all the same delicious bum that had turned her life around, or maybe not, maybe only now that bum was taking her life back to its normal course. He leaned against his back, kissed his neck, kissed his ear, Edgardo supplicated turned his head and their lips reunited again. The in-and-out began slowly, full of the sweet words that had never been said, the deliciously warm sphincter, the cock deliciously hot, swollen like it hadn't swelled up for years, the bodies united as they always wanted to be, the pre-seminal flowing abundantly and lubricating and dilating even more that divine bum, the warmth of Lucas' strong chest against Edgardo's soft and well-cared-for back, his hands tracing along his ribs filling him with electricity.
His happiness was so great that Edgar began to snicker.
-Come on, I miss Lucas, I miss him so much, you don't know how I missed his hugs, his jokes, even his insults. I'm very lonely, Lucas-
-It's not Edgar anymore, it's not - , Lucas replied, speeding up the pace of his thrust and pull
The pleasure dried up the tears, the 'uy's turned into 'ahh', the slapping of his pubis against Edgar's buttocks muffled the mysterious sounds of the meadow. He flipped him over, made him grab his legs and drove it in until the end, from Edgardo's semiflaccid cock thick pre-seminal drops were emerging and forming a puddle on his pubis, Lucas, forgotten about his sweet beginning, was piercing him fiercely, as if he wanted even his testicles to enter Edgar's anus, pulling out almost all of his cock and driving it in until the end with violence. In the distance, you could hear the rolling of wheels over Monteverde, around here their sounds had muffled crickets and frogs, only the crunching of dry leaves and branches giving way to the passion of those two 30-year-old guys recovering their longed-for sexuality. Edgardo opened his eyes disproportionately, no!, it had never happened to him before, semen! Semen bubbling out of his cock that was still not fully rigid. Lucas looked at him happily, accelerated a bit more, freed his mind and emptied himself as deeply as he could into Edgar's rectum. Their gazes crossed, full happiness, euphoria, Edgardo remembered the joke about the guy 'happier than a fool with two wheels', jeje, to him with his own only, if Lucas was taking it, it would reach him and be left over.
They cleaned up the grass, they kissed, they hugged tightly
And now what?
Edgardo was left disconcerted, he hadn't even made himself illusory of something more. Lucas was married, so that dust had been only a hot memory of adolescence, but what could he expect now?
I don't know, are we going to the stop? I'll take the 79
What, don't you want to repeat tomorrow? We work nearby, we leave around the same time, what, didn't you like it?
Edgardo almost wet himself with joy.
(will continue)
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